Why? People ask why well this is my rendition on the dawning of an era of violence that consumes the mythical world of Panem. That descriptive talk was just fun but now sit back relax and enjoy the killing. Btw no killing in chapter 1. Sry :(
Prologue
"The capitol has taken the gates. Protect the palace, please Derek. With the support of the palace, District 7 may just be able to regain power. Please Derek the palace is our last hope!" Reina pleaded over the radio. Grant stood at the door and tossed me a gun. The Capitol was winning, Panem was losing and District 7 was at its knees. My district 7, the one I grew up in, the one I became mayor of, the one I led into rebellion. Here I am moments from what could be the turnaround point in District 7 or the final battle of it. We could certainly not end up like District 13, leveled only a few days ago, and we would not kiss up to the Capitol like District 2.
"Come on Mayor, we have to join the guards and protect." Grant suggested. Grant was my best friend since the age of 6. We were mortal enemies as 5 year olds but things change and through the years we have grown up to love District 7 in all of its glory. We reached the door and each guard hid in a crevice as to avoid the blinding of the stun grenades. As the door was blown open the Capitols soldiers were shot down and I thought of Reina. My wife, she was more valuable to the people then me. She was the face of District 7 rebellion. She provoked defiance in the loyalist of souls. I could not lose her but even her loss was investable from the start. We continued our winning nover the Capitol's men but step by step they protruded further into the Palace. They fired again and again until Grant , another soldier , and myself were forced to surrender. The Capitol's soldiers were in many numbered and eventually took over the palace. Panem was Capitol territory once again.
Chapter 1
Two weeks after Panem was the Capitol's we were herded into Town Square. The faces were faces of sorrow, and Reina and I as leaders were put in seats on the stage. On one of the building's President Upton, The Capitol's leader, stood on the screen. He wore a gray suit to match his hair and a yellow shirt to match his eyes. He stood loosely keeping a smug smile like a little boy who won a game of basketball.
"Citizens of Panem. I address you once again as a whole. My council has been at unrest deciding a punishment for you unruly citizens. But we have finally peace among us. Our decision is final and it will never change. We have decided to pardon the citizens of Panem for one whole year. But those responsible for the rebellion will be penalized. We have decided on a system more closely related to the gladiators of Rome. We call it the Hunger Games. For this year only the two most prominent figure of rebellion will be sent to an arena. One male and one female from each district, but the rules will change after year one. From then on only a male and female from age 12-18 will be allowed to go. In this arena they will fight to the death to please our beautiful Capitol. The list of this year's contestants are as follow. Merona Robin and Tegre Sanchez from District 1. John Torre and Angelina O'hara from District 2. Francis Vandershmidt and Jess Woods from District 3. Aaron Anderson and Kelly Fargo from District 4. Joan Weaver and Dmitri Burns from District 5. Andrew Harden and Lucy Grant from District 6. Derek Fry and Reina Fry of District 7.-" Upton's words were cut off by the roar off the citizens in the square. Peacekeepers were trampled by unruly citizens, but many more lined the stage. They aimed their guns and fired into the crowd. Bodies dropped to the floor and children screamed with agony.
The screen closed and the gunfire stopped. The peacekeepers surrounded Reina and I and led us to the top of the justice building. When we reached the top Grant stood there with Melanie. Melanie was Reina's childhood friend and they grew up side by side.
The peacekeepers instructed us we were allowed to take one friend and we chose Grant and Melanie. We then proceeded to the train station and boarded an old wooden cargo train. All four of us were herded into a small rusty metal train car. For the rest of the 3 day trip we were fed on rare occasions. The lack of food and drink imposed drastic changes on the faces of the other members of District 7. We arrived on the third day and were escorted through the vast waves of press, in the capitol. All the leaders of the all the districts were led to a room in a large hotel and we were finally given food. I began to study the build of each of my competitors to find ways to kill them. The leaders from Districts 12, 11, and 2 were the best in body build. Most likely from what the supply to the capitol and how they live normally. 12 supplies coal, 11 supply agriculture, and 2 supplies granite from quarries. The weaker of the leaders came from District 1, District 3, and District 8 because they dealt with small non-laboring jobs. A row of 6 peace keepers entered the room followed by President Upton. Since we had last seen him his hair had become blonde and his lips were a darker shade of red. His skin was tighter to his face but his deceiving smile still hung for all to bear.
"Your schedule will run on a very tight shift. Tomorrow at 7 o'clock A.M. you will report to your appointed stylists. They will dress you to what is fitting and necessary. You will all parade the Capitol on your chariots and after that you will report to your assigned hotel room. At 12 o'clock P.M. you will have a 5 hour training session. The next day at 1 o'clock P.M. you will be privately scored on you threat level. What happens in that room is confidential! Next at 8 o'clock P.M. you will be interviewed by our own Wes Leonard. The next day the Hunger Games will commence and from now on you are to be called tributes." Upton snorted.
Reina gave me a look of despair and quick ly cast her eyes downward. I thought to myself, "Hatred is a virtue, hold it in long enough, and soon it will burst upon those you detest most. If you just dare then the world will yield".
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